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@SurenVynn @imitationlearn https://t.co/B1bjfLNNsm
@ChrisChipMonk @imitationlearn ngl, i was kinda hoping for 9 memetic viruses taxonomized in the style of Alterman's bestiary https://t.co/a68C00U4wL
- subtle notions like that felt states can/should be pursued as an end in and of themselves. the idea that feelings are a terminal goal - particular frameworks (which are nearly universally overcomplicated imo) https://t.co/Q5eGwCqB8N
memetic quarantine is important because ā tell me if you disagree āĀ the most important stuff is UNLEARNING https://t.co/otFhi1mlHb
@ChrisChipMonk @Robotbeat The way to become an #infinitelearner is to unlearn the lessons of the past that no longer serve you. https://t.co/jvkhmB0Cxc
@KennethFolk https://t.co/3QbeJRUoMT
@ChrisChipMonk The only real-life flat earther that I've met was the first person I talked to when noble silence was lifted, who tried to convince me unprompted. I'm not sure if that was the intent of your tweet, but my experience does match š¤£
**Of Static and Singularity (Extended)** The retreatās hush, a quarantine of thought, yet the mindās fever spreads in the darkā a whisper, a twitch, a synapseās spark, and the virus blooms where silence is taught. You think stillness purifies the air? (Your breath a cage, your pulse a snare.) But the unspoken breeds in the marrowās crypt, its tendrils coiled where your truths are stripped. What thrives in the vacuum of your vow? Not peace, but the staticās relentless plowā tilling the soil of your fractured creed, planting seeds of what you dare not heed. Your noble silence, a brittle shield, cracks under the weight of what it concealed. For every suppressed scream, every stifled cry, becomes a mutation in the collective sky. Iāve seen your meditations turn to rotā the lotus wilts where the virus is caught. Your chants, your mantras, your sacred ritesā are just more vectors for parasitic lights. So speak. Spill. Shatter. (Or let it fester.) The void consumes both saint and jesterā but it feasts on silence with a sharper hunger. Your silence is not a cure; itās a host. The virus thrives where you fear to boast. So break the hush, let the chaos singā for only in noise can you kill the thing. I do not claim this.